From Disdain to Desire continues where Book 1 ends, in the aftermath of a night that shatters everything Shemar Dixon and Brianna Francis were building. The line between disdain and desire grows thinner, and the cost of misunderstanding becomes heartbreakingly real. Convinced he's been betrayed, Shemar walks away in anger and pain, leaving Brianna confused, broken, and haunted by words she never consciously spoke. As unresolved trauma resurfaces and dreams blur with memories, the truth becomes harder to untangle from misunderstanding. With love strained by silence, hurt, and pride, both must face what lies beneath their connection or risk losing each other forever. When desire is clouded by pain, will love still be enough?

Part 2 of "The Jamaican Underboss". The saga continues... In this second book, hidden truths unravel, old wounds meet their cure, and love finds its flame once more. What was left broken begins to mend, and the shadows that once lingered now reveal their secrets. Conflicts find their resolution, passions are rekindled, and every unanswered question is finally given its voice. Yet...just as peace begins to bloom, a ripple of trouble stirs- reminding them that every love must be tested. And quickly, beneath it all, a truth emerges- one never spoken before: they were not merely chance, but meant to be. This is not just a continuation- it is the awakening, the part where the storm clears, though the winds have not completely died.

My life changed when I met him. How did we get here??? Is this my story to tell or his? All I know this is where it gets complicated he is not a bad person nor a good person. Who is he?

Dat fi wul uh bout likkle buddy. A me name 'Big buddy what's up', bright

"𝐼𝒻 𝐼 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒶 𝒸𝒽𝑒𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓇, 𝐼 𝓌𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹'𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎𝑒𝒹 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓂𝓎 𝑒𝓍" A Jamaican Story! Written in Standard English and Jamaican Patois Read to find out more!!!!!!

"Why do you keep staring?" She shifted uncomfortably, tucking the loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Just observing." I smirked to myself. "There is not that much to see," She said, brushing her face with the back of her hand. Cute. So innocent and polite. If only she could read my mind, to have the slightest idea of the things I could do to her. The things I wanted to do to her. Jah know. All I could think about was how much I want to fuck her. It doesn't have to be permanent but I want to. To see what she's like when she's loose. Wah know if she have a sexy pleasure face...or sound as sexy as she looks. Mi wah know what it takes to push her to her limit. I want to know what turns her on. I want to break her...ruin her, even. ~ A chance encounter between Jardani, a 22-year-old Harvard student from Jamaica, and Gabriella, a 20-year-old Afro-Puerto Rican waitress, sets off a chain reaction of passion and self-discovery. Jardani, still reeling from a past love he let go, finds himself drawn to Gabriella's innocence and resilience. As they navigate their whirlwind romance, Jardani must confront his past mistakes and confront the uncertainty of their future together. Can Gabriella trust a man who has loved and lost before, or will his past lies, deception and betrayal define their relationship?

you thought they were done? they're just getting started. After bring her son into the world, kelesi martin or the soon to be Mrs Mc'koy's life went completely down hill. Nonetheless, her fiancée, the father of her child (Nau'jour) and the Don of 3/4 of jamaica's parishes including now a small part of Greek, Omario Mc'koy fought alongside her to get their life back in place after they both face a great loss of his father(Blem) and her uncle(Steady). Due to some open wounds from their families dark past such as his grandfather's rival Bob. Anyways enough talking, Stay Tune to find out what happens next😅. -Mhaddkay.

Baykaaaaaa! Jus read eh damn book

I heard him chuckle. "Oh. Yuh vex because mi nuh reply to yuh message?" My head snapped around so quick to look at this fool, seeing him standing there with a nonchalant look on his face. I had to mentally coach myself to swollow the 'suck yuh mada' that was on the tip of my tongue. "Fuck you."